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Isaac’s golden lashes lowered as his hand moved. With each pass, his length grew thicker.
Adam, who had been staring blankly, jolted with a sharp “Ngh—!” as Chester sheathed himself to the hilt before pulling out.
“Hah… nngh…!”
Adam’s upper body shuddered.
The moment his head lolled back, his entire face slackened, dazed.
It seemed the peak of pleasure had fully overtaken him.
Sure enough, Adam’s cock twitched, spilling thin, translucent fluid.
Even as he came, Chester showed him no mercy, relentlessly driving into him, his hips working in sharp, rhythmic thrusts.
Overwhelmed, Adam gripped Isaac’s thigh with one hand.
“Ah—ahh!”
Adam’s mouth fell open, his body wracked by the intensity of his climax.
Isaac’s gaze dropped to the tongue visible between those parted lips—a flash of red that sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
The urge to press his own cock against that wet, feverish warmth surged through him.
Narrowing his eyes, he quickened the pace of his hand.
Splurt—
With just a few more strokes, his swollen cock pulsed, spilling thick ropes of cum over Adam’s hair and eyelids.
Startled, Adam squeezed his eyes shut, lips pressing tightly together.
Damn.
He hadn’t meant to come on his face.
Lost in the heat of the moment, he’d done something he hadn’t even planned.
Isaac’s smooth brow furrowed slightly.
Then, slowly, Adam opened his eyes.
Beads of semen clung to his reddened lashes.
The sight made Isaac’s breath hitch.
…Quite the view.
Adam’s face was already a mess—there was no making it worse.
But now, painted with cum, he looked downright debauched.
Isaac dragged his still-tingling fingertips over Adam’s lips.
Dazed and drained, Adam simply stared up at him.
Isaac tapped his fingers lightly against that plush mouth—and with a sharp inhale, Adam took them in, sucking weakly.
His lips tightened around the digits, and Isaac let out a low chuckle.
“You said it was your first time, yet you suck so well. Even with cum-smeared fingers.”
The words were pure mockery, but Adam showed no sign of resentment.
Too wrecked from the relentless sex to even feel shame, his tongue dragged limply over Isaac’s fingers.
The soft, wet heat sent blood rushing straight back to his cock.
“Tch.”
Chester clicked his tongue and snapped his hips forward one last time before pulling out.
His glistening cock, still hard and veined, was slick with spend.
“Haah…”
Adam collapsed completely.
With every twitch of his abused hole, more cum spilled out, dripping obscenely.
Chester laughed as he admired the sight.
“Haha.”
The bright sound made Isaac glance at his younger brother.
Chester grinned, nodding cheerfully.
“Told you you’d find some enjoyment in watching.”
“……”
“Seems you’ve discovered a proper kind of fun. How delightful.”
“Yes. You look thrilled.”
Isaac didn’t bother denying it—not when he’d already exposed too much in front of his brother.
The way his gaze had raked over Adam’s face, how he’d pulled that trembling body against him, even jerking off right over him…
“Hah…”
Chester steadied his breath and glanced down, violet eyes brimming with satisfaction.
“Good job, Adam. We’ll stop here for today.”
Adam lay boneless, still shivering—until the words stop here made his eyes flicker upward.
Chester tilted his head, feigning innocence.
“What, you thought there’d be more? Though, there is plenty left to teach you.”
He pointed at his own cock with a finger, the thick shaft still flushed and throbbing.
“I could order you to get my brother off with your hands. Or clean up both of us with that mouth of yours.”
“Clean up…? Cough—!”
Adam choked.
“You know exactly what I mean. A man who went to a top university shouldn’t play dumb. Suck us both dry. Use those lips and tongue.”
“……”
Adam’s fingers twitched against the floor.
He stared up, disbelief flashing across his face—but only for a second.
Then, lowering his gaze, his voice was obedient.
“I’ll do it. Even now. Anything you ask.”
“Oh, what a fine attitude. But we’ll pass today.”
Chester winked at Isaac.
“My brother’s had enough stimulation already. Any more, and he might lose his composure. We’ve got time—no need to rush.”
Isaac didn’t appreciate being treated like a child, but he couldn’t deny the truth in Chester’s words.
The stimulation had been… overwhelming.
Jaw tight, he turned his gaze to the window, where a pale full moon watched over the three of them.
“Adam.”
Chester spoke again.
“Get in the bath.”
Splash, splash.
The soft sound of water echoed in the quiet stillness.
As he listened to the clear water sounds, Chester opened the window.
A cool breeze flowed in, carrying the moist scent of the night air.
“You should bathe too, brother, since you’re here.”
“Later.”
“Why not? Your clothes are soaked anyway.”
“I said no.”
Isaac stood beside him, shaking his head.
His damp hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, but he didn’t bother fixing them as he parted his lips.
“And you? Why haven’t you bathed?”
“Oh, me?”
Chester was wearing a silver robe.
The moonlit shimmer of the fabric suited his handsome face perfectly.
He raised what he held in his hand.
“I felt like doing something else more than bathing.”
He was holding a basket.
With each sway, it made a soft noise.
Chester, cheerful and light-footed, walked off somewhere.
Isaac narrowed his eyes at the sight of his brother, who made no effort to hide his excitement.
Under Isaac’s gaze, Chester crouched in front of a small bath.
As he set the basket down, the person already in the bath spoke cautiously.
“Um, Lord Chester…”
“Yes?”
“May I ask… why you brought that with you?”
“To attend to your bath.”
The water in the bath sloshed violently.
Chester took a mesh pouch from the basket, filled with well-dried plant leaves.
As he placed it in the bath, he dipped his legs into the water, letting the warmth envelop them.
“Is it awkward? Well, it’s not every day you get a duke assisting you with a bath.”
His eyes curved in a charming smile.
“But enjoy it. I even brought a scented sachet, I’ll sprinkle dried petals too. And when we’re done, I’ll dry you off and apply lavender oil.”
As he spoke, Chester watched the face of the person in the bath—Adam—who blushed deeply, looking completely flustered.
He seemed unsure how to respond to this situation.
Chester, with an air of “what’s the big deal,” added,
“Just enjoy it.”
“Th-thank you…”
“There we go. That’s the spirit, Adam.”
Pleased with Adam’s compliant reaction, Chester scattered flower petals into the bath.
The dried petals floated on the surface, releasing a soft fragrance.
Adam let out a short breath, seemingly overwhelmed by the unexpected floral bath.
“I heard from David. You passed out on your wedding night?”
“N-no, I didn’t actually faint…”
“They say you didn’t open your eyes until sunrise. I think that counts as passing out.”
Adam glanced over at Isaac.
At some point, Isaac had leaned against the window, watching Adam in the bath.
His gaze was calm, but had an intensity that was hard to ignore.
“Haha… compared to that, today wasn’t so bad, right? You’ll get used to it with time.”
Chester spoke like he was soothing a child, then brought out a bottle of lavender oil.
A subtle scent wafted from the porcelain container.
‘Not quite as nice as Adam’s natural scent, though.’
As Chester mused to himself, Adam broke the silence.
“Excuse me.”
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